Goddess of Love (Goddess Summoning #5)(11)

What better way to turn a new page in her life?

"Admit it, Venus. I was right," Persephone said.

"You were, and I don't mind admitting it. Tulsa is simply marvelous! I can't believe you've been keeping the secret of this modern kingdom to yourself," Venus said.

"I'm not keeping it a secret! I told you about it."

"Ha! Only after I saw those divine boots."

"Of which you now own a pair, too."

"Along with these adorable earrings!" Venus shook her head so that the long, hand-beaded dangles danced around her graceful throat. "What was that wonderful bead place called again?"

"The Bead Gallery. The modern woman I'm friends with, Lina Santoro, introduced me to Donna Prigmore's gallery during one of my early trips here. As Lina says, she makes jewelry fit for a goddess."

"So true, and such a lovely surprise. I'll also admit you were right about these drinks." Venus sipped from the frosty martini glass and moaned dramatically in almost sexual pleasure. "What did you call this inspired creation?"

"It's one of Lola's specialty martinis. You're drinking the Nuptial, a mixture of Skyy vanilla vodka and butterscotch schnapps. It says on the menu that you'll love it so much it'll be till death do you part!"

"Very appropriate for the Goddess of Love," Venus said, laughing, and then she lowered her voice. "Oops! By Hera's freezing tits it's hard to remember that no one knows who I am here, so I really should be careful about what I say."

"Venus. Honey. Calling yourself a goddess won't make modern mortals believe you're really a goddess, but using that archaic curse will get you some weird looks from them. Not to mention you'd make Hera mad if she heard you." Persephone grinned. "And, anyway, how do you know her tits are freezing?"

"Well, they must be. She's always all" - the Goddess of Love paused and searched for the right word - "nippley. You know it's true. And she always wears those see-through white chitons. Who could miss her arousal? They're so puckered and erect. It makes me think Zeus might not be taking care of her needs. As Goddess of Love, perhaps I should speak to him - "

Persephone choked on her martini, and then sputtered. "Now that is something I want to see!

You questioning the almighty Zeus about whether he's an adequate lover or not!"

"It's perfectly my right to question even Zeus." Venus sniffed haughtily. "Love is always my business." Then her eyes widened and she grinned mischievously. "Which is exactly why I bought..." The goddess reached down and pulled a long, cylinder-shaped box from one of the shopping bags by her feet. "This!" She raised the box with a flourish. Persephone shook her head and tried, unsuccessfully, to stifle a giggle. "I can't believe you actually bought that thing."

"How could I not after reading its name?" She pointed to the shiny black box that had the words Venus D'My Lay written in bright scarlet letters across it. "How do you get in this thing?"

"You're going to open it? Right here?"

Venus glanced up at her, violet eyes bemused. "Why not?"

"Well, it looks like a..."

Venus managed to wrestle open the lid and slide out its contents. Holding it up, she finished for Persephone, "A big black phallus!"

"It certainly does." Persephone stared. "Actually it's disturbingly real. What does it feel like?"

Venus caressed the long, black shaft, running her slender fingers knowingly over its rounded head and fleshlike ridges and veins. "It feels nice. Much more realistic than the phalli the ancients carve. I mean, really. Not even a god's penis truly gets as hard as marble, no matter what Apollo may boast. How does it work?" Venus enthusiastically shook the huge dildo with a jerking-it-off motion, getting several interesting looks from men sitting at the bar, which she chose, for the moment, not to acknowledge. "It says it vibrates, but it's not vibrating." She frowned.

"Give me that thing. You have to put in the batteries."

"Batteries?"

"Modern magic that makes it work."

"Oooh." Venus sipped her martini while she watched Persephone insert batteries into the shaft of the phallus. "So those things will really cause it to vibrate?"

"That's what the girl at Pricilla's Toy Box said."

"She was oddly pierced. Did she remind you of an Amazon warrior, too?" Venus asked.

"Now that you mention it, there was something wild and warriorlike about her. She might not quite be an Amazon, but I think Artemis would approve of her," Persephone said. "Here. Try turning it on now." She passed the penis across the table and pointed to the hidden switch in its base. Venus stroked it on. The huge member came alive, humming happily. Venus gasped. "By Zeus's swinging testicles! It is magic!"

"Okay." Persephone looked quickly around the chic restaurant, frowning severely at the men at the bar who were clearly being very entertained by Venus's uninhibited show. She took the vibrator from the goddess, flipped it off and put it back in its box. "You really might want to rethink the divine genitalia cursing."

"What?"

"The tits and testicles of the Olympians just aren't used as curses here." She dropped the Venus D'My Lay in the shopping bag and unobtrusively kicked the bag under their table.